Young Hearts Be Free

[Crimson Tilsverd]

Something could be said of a man who lived for many years ,took many lives, and was a council leader. He should be proud, serious, strong and intimidating. He should exercise restraint and exhibit a wealth of knowledge. And when this leader fronted the stealthy often dark-skinned and elusive clan..he shouldnt be  spray painting ' Dametrius is a momma's boy' on a brick wall..in Brightblood territory. But then they werent Crimson Tilsverd. He looked like a young punk but he was simply stuck in that cheeky teen state and no matter how much he did that showed that he was very much an adult, he couldnt shake some habits. Besides, a good thief-assassin was never seen in the act,so no one had any reason to look at the redhead with his shades atop his red mane,dark jeans and band tee and see anything BUT young punk. As he worked, using red of course, he sang like he was in his own musical.

"I raise my flags, don my clothes

It's a revolution, I suppose

We'll paint it red to fit right in

Whoa.."

[Christopher Alexander]

After the whole situation with Ace and Riot, Chris had been trying to give her more space. This, combined with his lack of employment, gave him more time to wander around, and see what had happened to the country he had once called home; and still did, to an extent. Although it wasn't the country he left, it was certainly the one he hung his hat in. It may have been night, but that still didn't mean that he din't prefer the shadows. It was just how he was used to travelling. As they say, old habits die hard.

It was these old habits, however, that got him to hearing singing. It was somewhat close, and he turned the corner to see a redheaded boy spray painting the wall, badmouthing the leader of the company that took over half of the world, as well as ensured the public superiority of Vampires for the last several hundred years. "I don't imagine that that wall is yours." He decided not to use any particular age definers, as nowadays someone that looked in their teens could either actually be in their teens or several hundred years old. He was one such instance and still got confused by it sometimes. "Not that I mind, but the guy that owns half the world might care a bit more.

[Crimson Tilsverd]

Crimson didnt flinch when Chris spoke out. He had paused between verses and looked at the man in the hat. He had been singing so he knew if anyone else was lurking that night to expect the possibility of them coming to him. He asked a very valid question too and the rogue responded with a big grin and quickly replied as he looked up at his work. "Nah it's not mine, but that doesnt matter. Its all his, just pick a flat surface and write something derogatory and its sticking it to old Dame." he laughed and looked over at Chris. "I call him old, when hes really a naive kid. Youre at the bottom, then the war happens, suddenly we're on top, and the people hate us even more. We are no better, and he doesnt help.So...who are ya?"

[Christopher Alexander]

The Occupation of Nicaragua. It wasn't quite the kind of job he wanted to be enlisted for, but at that point he was transferred from the Border War, so he didn't have much choice. America was founded on ensuring freedom for all, not for oppressing others for economic gain. Regardless, it did him the benefit of having another alias, which he used pretty much whenever he met someone. Anybody could be either someone sent to kill you, or just outright crazy. "You're right about that. One might even say that our longevity makes us more vulnerable than humans, but whatever. Name's Trevor Dunnam." He extended a gloved hand to shake the redhead's hand. He was cynical, not impolite.

[Daxton Drago]

"'Trevor.' What a nice name. It fits your face well you know? You look like a Trevor." 

Daxton strolled from the shadows which he had created around him. He had a face that said he was amused, very amused. He looked from person to person then layed his eyes on Crimson's art that covered the wall. Once he saw all of it, he didn't look very amused anymore.

"Eh, I'm more of a Mona Lisa guy myself, but it does compliment the setting." He looked only at Crimson now, a dangerous yet inquisitive look splattered all over his face. "I don't suppose that you plan on taking that down any time soon. Am I correct?"

[Crimson Tilsverd]

Crimson still held his joyful grin as he took Chris by the forearm and shook that way. It was a favorite throwback to a time when one did that to show trust in one another, to prove nothing was up your sleeve. "Well i have plans to head to a party tonight, and i gotta stop home to refresh myself, and if you wanna come you can, but youre not getting my name until I know you can party. For now just call me Red, it fits right?" The cheeky man was serious about that. He HAD a codename for assassin work, everyone in his clan did. you never MET who you hired, you just met shadows. So Chris, or Trevor, as it were, was already on his way to having a fast friend, and neither realised they both knew a certain riotous woman.

And again Crimson didnt flinch as the other man emerged from the shadows. "If i was gonna, dont you think I wouldve called you out sooner? " he raised an angular brow and the third prettyboy of the evening. "Hey wait..I swear ive seen you somewhere before..wanted poster maybe?. They didnt get your nose right"

[Christopher Alexander]

Chris grasped Crimson's arm, and gave it a hearty shake. He had no need to be concerned about things up his sleeve, as he kept nothing there. Both of his guns were kept within his coat proper, and his silver-steel alloy sword was strapped firmly on his back. "Red, huh? Well, I don't have anything else planned, so I might take you up on that."

Chris didn't flinch when Daxton made himself known, either. The scent of another had been there since he stepped into the alleyway. Something similar, yet different. Something reptilian. Once he saw who it was, Chris' blood boiled. He remembered who it was, all right. It was the man who ambushed him and Riot with about twenty other men armed with tranqs. With his final conscious thoughts, he saw them take Riot. By the time he regained consciousness, they were gone, along with any trail he could follow. Still, he managed to keep his cool, despite Satan wanting to tear him apart. Almost as if they had practiced it, Chris mimicked Crimson's eyebrow raise. "Yeeaaahhh, I could swear I've seen you from somewhere, too. Could just be a coincidence, though. I've been around a bit, seen (and killed) a lot of people." Satan didn't like being held back in normal circumstances, much less in the presence of the man who kidnapped Riot. Look, we'll buy ourselves some time, see if we can't get this "Red" character on our side. If we can, THEN we drop the info bombshell and go into action. We don't know what this guy, or what he's capable of. He may not be able to keep Satan down for too long, but hopefully he could reason with it enough to make it so he didn't have to work on keeping it down. Rrrgh, fine. It finally rescinded. But I'm keeping an eye on him. I'm not going to let your little "plan" get us caught off guard. Chris smirked silently to himself. Wouldn't have it any other way. He thought back to his other half.

[Daxton Drago]

"Yes," Daxton said to both men who spoke about his familiar appearance. He brought a hand through his hair as he payed more attention to both parties features. His black coat weighed heavy on him, or was it the weapons he carried? He never could distinguish the two since they were always on him, his weapons tightly held under the coat.

"I could see why someone would draw the nose wrong. It's impracticable for anyone to paint a decent picture of my beauty." Daxton chuckled at the end of his sentence. "However," he turned towards 'Red' as he projected his voice for both to hear. "The question is, how do you know of my face? I have done little to be recognized by anyone other than Brightblood and White Rabbit. After all, my death would mean nothing to anyone because I am as replaceable as grass. That I made sure of."

[Crimson Tilsverd]

Crimson glanced at Chris, the look on his face absolutely priceless,and he winked, angled so the pretty Dax-man didnt see but to Daxton he just grinned as he stood before Mr Drago,rocking on his heels. "You tore apart a military base, and you did it with that half-naked loony that likes eating people. You dont think you can lay waste like that and no one notices do ya? He shrugged. "To be honest it makes my efforts pale huh? So whats your deal anyway, are you special, crazy?" Crimson was of course being cheeky."I mean you can party too if you want but you'd have to find the place on your own, since i have to stop by home. I want to find a hat, Trevor's here is awesome.."

[Christopher Alexander]

Chris sized up the dragon in disguise as the other two had their banter. No wonder he brought so many guys with him before. He didn't really look like a whole lot. Still, it's not like he himself looked that menacing, either. Form meant nothing in this world, only seeing one in action would actually show what they could do. "Yeah, rolling face first into somebody's base doesn't exactly do anything for being discreet." He added to Crimson's comment about Daxton's actions.

[Daxton Drago]

Daxton looked at Red sharply. How did he figure out that information? It was a matter of Brightblood business only, not for the eyes or ears of anyone else. He even made sure that Whiterabbit did not get their hands on the attack on his base. Was there a secret agency of gods feeding men tales of gossip? Too many people knew him and his personal business, that would need to change.

When Trevor added his insight, Daxton rolled his eyes. It was obvious that this man was just stating things with little knowledge on the subject. As far as Daxton was concerned, Trevor was another possible danger that he knew nothing about. And Red was another liability that he also knew nothing about.

He smiled at the two and said, "Sorry, but you have the wrong guy. I would have nothing to gain from attacking a base, or going against my organizations orders as well. It is like I am begging to get fired."

Daxton took out his phone and began playing with it, although those two were still in his sight. "No, I have no need for partying right now. Maybe next time when we meet. I'll probably be in a better mood." Daxton pointed his phone up towards the graffiti Red had made and pretended to take a picture on his phone. It was a good act since he tapped a part of his phone that was close to the camera button. Then he pretended to admire the picture as he got an actual pic of both Trevor and Red.

He looked at Red and smiled brightly. "I'll be sure to have Brightblood put this in the museum of fine arts." With that said, Daxton stepped away from the two and began to walk. Unless someone stopped him, he would take his leave at that moment.

[Crimson Tilsverd]

The redhead smirked. "Alright yeah because security cameras and alarm systems surely cant be remotely accessed from Brightblood HQ" he snickered."Not like i care." he glanced then at his fellow 'pire. "You got anything to add sir?" Crimson didnt work for the big boss but he was a rogue and a good system could offer up an image of a man fitting Dax's description decimating a massive base and said images could've been up in a database. It was for things like that that Crimson seemed to vanish the second the phone was turned on him. He still talked to the guy though. "Sorry, camera shy."

[Christopher Alexander]

Chris didn't react to Daxton taking the picture. However, the next time he checked his phone, he'd find that the picture wasn't there, as if he had deleted it. This was thanks to Chris' intervention. "Leave no scraps" was the creed of any assassin or bounty hunter worth his salt, and Chris definitely lived by that. If they were to meet again, it would be on Chris' terms, and he would descend on him like the shadows he hid in.

As he watched Datxon leave, he mentally conversed with himself. I'm surprised you kept your cool like that. He praised himself. When given a good reason, I know when to bide my time. I'm the predator in you, remember? He shook his head lightly before addressing Crimson. "So, Red, you ready to make this party of yours?"

[Crimson Tilsverd]

Crimson materialised back into a visible form and grinned. "We're stopping by my place first and prepping a few things." the plucky redhead looked into the shadows of the alley, still smirking and suddenly reached out for Chris's right arm. "Ok now, you have to trust me on this, im going to pull us through the shadows to teleport us to my place. It doesnt hurt and it's just so we dont get followed...also is trevor your real name?Because Red isnt mine and ill tell if you tell.. But the code name will still be what i use when im out and about doing work ya know?"

[Christopher Alexander]

Chris stared at his hand while he listened to him. We jumped though a portal between dimensions, this guy can't exactly take us into a situation that we can't be THAT unprepared for. He hated it when Satan used logic. He sighed heavily before speaking. "Well, I'm not about to trust a man that won't even give me his name." He started. "My name's Christopher Alexander. Tell me yours and we can get on with this." When Crimson gave him his name, he'd take his hand, not just to be taken along, but also to ensure that the name he was given was true. He could tell what someone was thinking, but at the expense of having to touch them, and it being a surface thought.